Xu Chaomu finally opened her eyes, and the moment she saw the scarf, the corners of her eyes moistened.
This scarf was the one she had knitted for him this time last year. Back then, she always wanted to give him a surprise. After all, he had given her so many gifts, and she had nothing special to give him.
Only... later on, everything fell short of expectations.
Xu Chaomu pouted, pulled the scarf over, and clutched it in her hand, refusing to let go.
The scarf was very soft and warm. When it wrapped around her hands, it brought waves of warmth.
"It's not for you," Xu Chaomu said indifferently, "don't flatter yourself."
"Is that so? Butler Ling said someone secretly knitted a scarf at home and even deliberately hid it from me." Shen Chi looked straight ahead, the corners of his lips curving upwards.
Xu Chaomu pouted, how could Butler Ling tell everything? Wasn't it agreed to keep it a secret?
"Since you admit I knitted it, then I'm taking this scarf home," Xu Chaomu declared.
